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Wednesday Writings – Nov. 27, 2013

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Hey everyone,

Sorry for the non-frequency of blog posts. Ph.D. is tough!!! However, that doesn’t mean that I have forgotten all about my blog. Hopefully, you’re still following me.

Today’s inspiration is an artist named Heath McNease. I was recently listening to this track and it was just so raw and so real. I have the greatest admiration for artists who are just so authentic and vulnerable. When you listen to him, it’s almost voyeuristic. I feel like I’m peeking into his mind and heart as he shares it through his songs. I met him in a concert awhile ago and he’s such a great guy. Follow him on Facebook and Twitter. Support his work. Buy some albums. Tell him he’s awesome.

This was the accompanying description of the track:

We were travelling from Montreal to Moncton, New Brunswick. It was a gray, rainy day that turned into a frozen, windy night. During a 15 hour drive your thoughts will wonder. We talked to each other about everything. We freestyled, listened to “Daddy’s Lambo” by Yelawolf 100 times for no reason, played “would you rather”, and alternated sleep schedules. It is in those moments of drifting to sleep in the backseat and those moments when you’re the only person awake behind the wheel when your mind will play incredible tricks on you. That’s what this song really is. Its just being out there on this huge highway we know nothing about. Its about leaving a place where the signs were in French and driving to a place where you hope things are more familiar (and they’re not). Its about the epic scale of Canada. This place is just so wide open, and that 3 am darkness just felt like it was going to swallow us whole. That’s when doubt creeps in. That’s when you start telling yourself you’re a failure. That’s when you start thinking that God is either setting you up for failure, or he has just decided that you’re not going to amount to anymore than you are in that moment…cold, hungry, confused, and exhausted. As an artist…the best part about being left to your own devices is that you’re mind might be plaguing you, but you’ve got all the time in the world to put it into perspective. This song is just that. Its us figuring out what that drive really was all about.

The thing is I’ve totally felt those feelings. The feeling of being set up for failure or that I’m not going to amount to anything. And it is a horrible feeling. And sometimes, it can be overwhelming.

This poem is inspired by the artist and his works.

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Portrait of a man 

Sometimes, in the dark, when the lights are off and left alone with my thoughts
Fear assaults, fear attacks, fear pounces
I am left battered, shamed into submission
My nerves are frayed, and I want to cry
But I don’t.
Not because I don’t want to
It’s because I know how useless it is.

I wonder why I have to feel this way
I look around and see the smiling faces, the fake masks
It’s easier to hide than to reveal
Less problematic, and they don’t know what I’m going through.
I keep it in.
Not because I want to
It’s because no one understands.

Through the pain, I hear your words
So real, so true, so raw
Your voice sings my pain and my confusion
And I want to stop listening because it hurts
It pains me that I am not alone
No one should feel like I feel
You understand me too well.

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Wednesday Writings – Jan. 2, 2013

Hi everyone! Today marks the first Wednesday Writings post for 2013! I really want to thank yall for taking the time to read what I have to say. WordPress tells me that since I started this website in September, I have received 1600 views from people in 19 countries! Wow! So humbled and so excited that this website has been able to reach so many people.  My hope and goal for this website is to create a space where ideas and discussions flourish. Thank you for liking, sharing, and engaging with me either here on this website or you can join the discussion on Facebook. I hope that 2013 will bring about more participation and interaction with yall!

I wanted to start the New Year with a bang so I decided to ask my friend Rose-Ingrid Gracia to be my first guest blogger. Rose is a multi-talented artist who sings, writes, does spoken word and is just all around awesome. She’s currently in the process of releasing an album this summer and I am eagerly awaiting to get my copy signed! If you want to get in touch with her, follow her on Twitter and like her Facebook page to get up-to-date info about her album release.

Without further do, here it is.

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Something is wrong here.
Something just ain’t right.
Something is wrong here.
Do you hear our plight?

As I lay me down to sleep,
I pray the Lord my soul to keep.

Could ya throw in an i5,
Louis V and a fly ride?

Oh and I was wondering, God,
If you’re still awake
Could you find the time to send me a mate?

He don’t have to be perfect,
But I’d prefer him tall.
I can’t have midget children after all!

It don’t have to be immediate,
I know I’m supposed to wait a minute.
But might I remind You of my 5 year plan?
I ain’t getting any younger. You heard my grams!

I could also use a new pair of shoes.
Preferably TOMS;
Gotta pay my dues in this dying world.

And since You’re the God of my blessing,
I know you can’t refuse.
Don’t worry God I prayed, read my verse, and paid my tithe.
You know I’m all in on this covenant ride.

I’m just saying hey before I lay my head.
Praying this shout out will give me a li’l heavenly cred.

Something is wrong here,
Something just ain’t right.
Something is wrong here,
Do we know our plight?

Dear God, I don’t know if this will work but I’ve run out of options.
Mommy’s gone and daddy’s a monster.
I really wish we could be a family again.
I wish we could all sing and laugh and be friends.

Can you help me? God!
If you’re really out there?
Momma says you are,
But that ain’t seem to help her thus far.
None of my friends have to cry as they lay their heads.
They all seem to live aite
With out kneeling at their beds.

At night, the world just seems so much darker.
Hope seems so much farther.
I don’t know how much more I can take,
So God PLEASE be my escape.

If you’re real send me an answer,
Cause this battle’s giving me an ulcer.
I know somewhere deep down in my pit

Something is wrong here,
Something just ain’t right.
Something is wrong here,
Would you please hear my plight?

It gets a little harder with every day I hide.
Every time I smile, I am becoming more of a lie.
I know you’re real I just can’t rationalize
My reality with the life I’m living anymore.

I’m so tired of hiding behind walls,
Creeping around in the night,
I feel like a whore.
The worst part is that people are beginning to know;
It’s not my little secret anymore.

I have found pleasure in the company of men
Joined myself together to an immoral end
They say You can help me
But I don’t know anymore
I have fallen so far
Become such a fraud
I can’t even hear your voice any more!

OH GOD!
Can you still love a man as broken as this?
Is there room at God’s table,
For this fallen prince?

Something is wrong here
Something just ain’t right
Something is wrong here
Can you see past my night?

When did it get so cold?
It seems like yesterday summer winds blew so bold
You could taste the salt in the air
Blowing off the ocean as we danced

Such a pair
We were one
So in love

Turns out I’m dumb
I didn’t know this could happen
“Forever” left me undone

All at once
Why did no one warn me?
Before it began

2 months. 3 weeks. 2 days. 5 hours.
I ran
Those digits will haunt my memory till I expire
Forever reliving these memories so dire

I wonder,
If he was handsome.
She could have been tall.
I wonder if they’ll know I loved them all the while.

Cold metal like a gun
Inserted into the mouth of life itself
Reached into my body and snuffed it out
Snatching my breath away

No longer the same I walk around lame
Deaf, dumb, blind and numb
To all that I’ve ever known
I will never have her hand to hold!
Never kiss his cheek goodnight
Oh God! I’m a murderer!
Can you see my plight?

Been washing these hands for days and days                                                   Dressed like a Lady in my guilt and my shame                                                         No one knows                                                                                                      Just like I’ll never know her name

Something is wrong here
Something just ain’t right
Something is wrong here
Can you redeem a life?

Wednesday Writings – 12.12.12.

Hi Everyone,

Welcome to Wednesday Writings on this most auspicious day! lolz Just think, on 12.21.12, it will all be over! hahaha If only the Mayans are correct, then that will save me a lot of money that would go to buying Christmas presents 😛

Today’s poem was inspired during the Ramadan season when I was living in North Africa. During this time, there’s a special night called “Night of Power” or “Night of Destiny”. Basically, during this night, your prayers count more than usual. As the people around me stayed longer in the mosques and devoted themselves to prayer, it gave me time to also think and meditate. This is the result. Hope you enjoy it!

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Night of Destiny

Darkness, light withheld, solitude
The road so isolated, the path so obscure
Trusting that He has called you, the calling so loud and clear
Only His voice reassures you, comforts you, calms you

The voices within scream so loudly
Humiliation, rejection, threats of failure
The fear so strong, the doubts so sure
There’s no way that you can get out unscathed

Then the beatings begin
Words that inspire confusion, acts that inspire destruction
Quenching the hope, obliterating the dream
Only the Accuser comes at you, laughs at you, throws distractions at you

Darkness, light withheld, solitude
The road so isolated, the path so obscure
Forgetting that He has called you, the calling so faint to hear
His voice so far away, far away, far away

Light, darkness withheld, joy
The cloud of witnesses, the narrow road so obvious
Answering the call, the call implanted in the soul within
His Words leaping in our heart, a response to its Maker

The Accuser accused
The Accuser displayed
The Accuser accursed
The Accuser defeated

If the Answer is so true, why do my feelings feel that it is false?
If I know the Outcome of the situation, why do I live in fear?
If the Accuser is defeated, why do I live in defeat?
If I know the Son has set me free, why do I still live in bondage?

The moon, the glorious orb, the night
In its light, radiant light, solemnity envelops me
In the coolness, He breathes new life
For this night, it is the night

This night, this night, this glorious night
Destiny reveals its purpose

Night of Destiny pt. II

The thunder rages
The lightning strikes
The rain pours
Could this be divine sorrow?

How the heathens rage
How the kings conspire
How the people rebel
Yet, the rain falls on the just and the unjust

Your love extended
Your grace freely given
Your mercy pourèd
How long will they grieve your heart?

Sing to me of the plans that You have
Sing to me of the purpose that You have
Sing to me of Your unfailing love
Sing, lest my soul loses all hope

God of all nations, hear my cry
God of the Gentiles, I call unto Thee
God of the Chosen Nation, see this nation’s plight
May You draw us near, nearer to God, to Thee

The thunder rages
The lightning strikes
The rain pours
But it is You, Who calms the storm

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Wednesday Writings – Dec. 5, 2012

Welcome to this week’s edition of Wednesday Writings!

I have some exciting news! I started my Facebook fan page for this website! Please click on the “f” logo up top and it will directly link you to the page. Click on “like” and tell others about it too! I wanted a forum to speak to you as my readers because I really appreciate the fact that you took the time to read my stuff. I would love to continue this conversation over on yonder Facebook page and hear more from you! =) (For a limited time, I have also added it on the sidebar for easy clicking!)

Background story about this poem: I wrote it awhile ago. It was inspired while I was on vacation. Sometimes, we need time to get away for the creative juices to start flowing. In terms of inspiration, Greek mythology ranks second only to Christianity as a constant theme in my writings. I have always been fascinated by the gods and goddesses with their capricious whims and avaricious desire for power. Supernatural creatures with unfathomable strength or special abilities. This poem is my personal reflection on our fragile human nature.

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Credit image: Ulysses and the Sirens, J.W. Waterhouse, 1891, Oil on canvas

Portrait of a human

Riding the waves of this ocean called life
I am lured by the Sirens’ beckoning call
Slowly but surely, I find myself moved
Ever closer to their rocky shores.

Come and see, such pleasures for thee
Come and live out your wildest dreams
Come, for I can fulfill your every fantasy
Come, take hold of me, for I am truly Yours.

Logic escapes me, when faced with such a temptress
Reason flees, my mind lay bare naked
No matter how hard I tell my feet to escape
Step by step, they bring me closer to my fate.

If I then shall give myself wholly
What names shall I say, of those who bested me?
They looked at each other, faces confused
“Poor mortal,” they said, “have you really no clue?”

We are called by many names, but nothing changes
Time and time again, our wares render you helpless
Though warnings and alarms about us may abound
No human is immune, even the pious are defenseless.

We three, the unholy trinity of yore
Will ever devour you to your very soul
Mortal tongues cannot begin to describe us three
Money, sex and power – your names for we.

Suddenly, mine eyes began to see
It was as if a veil was lifted, their true forms they revealed
The lustrous hair, the luscious lips, the virgin smiles were but a mask
What was hidden underneath, too ghastly for any man.

I cowered in a corner, what destructive monstrosity!
There are no words to describe the fear, my heart rapidly beating
For there it was, I could not deny
Their faces unmasked – their faces were me.

Wednesday Writings – Nov. 28

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Awhile ago, I wrote a blog post that was inspired by Amanda Todd’s suicide. She was a young girl who was bullied constantly and felt that suicide was the only way to escape the pain. The poem that I wanted to share today was also a tribute to a man I never knew but whose words have haunted me. His name was Bill Zeller. Before he committed suicide, he left behind a suicide note explaining why he did what he did. As I read it, my heart was just filled with grief and sadness that someone went through what he went through alone. He felt as if no one could ever help him. That is a terrible lie and an even more terrible reality to live out.

If you’re reading this and you’re contemplating suicide, I would urge you, plead with you, beg you, not to go through with it. The pain that you’re going through is probably unbearable and it hurts so much but suicide is not the answer to your problems. There are people who you can talk to, confide to, and they can help you. Also, there is a loving Father in heaven who loves you so much and sent His Son to die for you so that you don’t have to. There are various resources out there: people, communities, organizations that you can reach out to and who will do their best to help you go through what you’re going through. You’re not alone.

If you ever want to talk, please feel free to e-mail me or connect with me on Facebook and Twitter. I will be here to lend a listening ear =)

the dark passenger
 
scream, cry, numb

every fiber straining
to hold it all together.
but i can’t.
not anymore.
no one knows
not until the end
will they realize.
by then… too late.
emptiness swallowing me whole
until i am lost, never to be found.
truth hurts.

Wednesday Writings

Hi everyone,

I’m thinking of adding a new component to this blog entitled “Wednesday Writings.” Basically, this is a time for me to post some of the writings I have written (and potentially the writings of other people!). So to start it off, I wanted to share a poem I wrote a long time ago. This is a part of the “Song of Sid” chronicles. Based on the title, it’s obvious that this is heavily inspired by the Song of Solomon. However, instead of writing about lovey dovey stuff, it is poetry based on different life events. As I mentioned in my “About Me” section, there are different facets to who I am and the arts play a huge part of who God has made me to be. So, to inaugurate this new blog component, here’s my poem.

 

Song of Sid I

O, to throw off this mortal coil that binds me
The shell of humanity that seemingly binds me to this world and all its lascivious desires and perversions
Wanting to throw off this mortal husk, to glory in the presence of the Almighty
Alas, it is not yet time.

Each day, a battle is waged against the heavenlies, and the battleground is I
The destructive thoughts that silently and surreptitiously stalk my higher faculties
I am weakened, weary, wishing, wistful, waiting
Quietly, I bide my time.

Thoughts of You fill my mind, my heart, my soul, my very being
The streets of gold, the crystal sea, the angels singing haunts me
But all I have right now are trials, temptations, refining me till I am as gold
All things are made beautiful in Your time.

Why, O Lord, must I stay in this earthly prison?
How long shall I wait till I am free of these vanities that engulf me?
When shall I come out pure and holy, completely surrendered to Thee?
Thou, Who setteth everything in Your books, Why did You form me in my mother’s womb?
What purpose must I serve, what purpose must I fulfill, that I may flee this shell that binds me here?
Surely Thou knowest how I long, how I yearn to be in Thy presence.
Yet, I am shackled to this existence, a stranger in a hostile land.

Revulsion and disgust fills me, to live in such a wicked and depraved generation
The longer I stay in its destructive atmosphere, the more I am infected
I must wage war constantly, unyieldingly, with utmost vigilance
I might yet be disqualified before my time.

So, I remain in this state of despair
For this is my lot
To remain alive in the land of mortal men
Angrily, I bide my time.

O, to throw off this mortal coil that binds me
With gladness of heart, would I leave it behind
But thanks be to God that He gives me strength
To accomplish His will in His time.

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